Burns narrows his eyes at me. This guy clearly doesn't have a sense of humour. I have to admit, This is fun.
"My name is Charlie, I'm sixteen years old. I like long walks on sandy beaches and dancing under the moonlight. I am not a hermaphrodite, although, it would be pretty darn cool if I was one." I pause. "There you go. Now you know me."
"Yeah, and that's a relief," I mutter. Then I sigh. I just can't be rid of this guy.
"Fine, then. I'm Burns. I'm a genetically engineered superhuman who can reverse mutations in all organisms. In cas you can't tell, I'm blind. But I'll still shoot you, if I need to."
And remember...A portkey can be any sort of harmless object...A football...or a dolphin. ~Snape, AVPM
"You are the egg, you are the chrysalis, you are the progeny. You are the rot that falls from stars." ~Will Henry, on Typhoeus magnificum
Superhuman. Pfft. Overrated. I have a rat that lives in my room called Peter. I bet he doesn't.
"Okay Mr. Superhumanmutationorgasmdude, at which point will you need to shoot me?" I smile at him. "Oh, and by the way, you've got a strand of hair that keeps, like, flickin' up."
Natalie- This Burns guy is a piece of work. "You think it's 'cause of her gun. No, I just don't want to be bothered by anyone. So bug off." He said. "You honestly think I wanted to be bothered in the first place? I came in here, alone mind you, and ordered a martini minding my own flipping business. I didn't need your help!" I roared. This guy was about to get punched in the face. I sipped my martini, waiting for a comeback. Burns went on and on about his super-human B.S to another shady looking character. "...In case you can't tell, I'm blind. But I'll still shoot you, if I need to." "You wanna know something? I'm not blind, but I'll still shoot you. Even if I don't need to!" I pointed my gun between his eyes.
Star light; star bright, It is time to take flight. Off I go through the dark of night. All my hopes and dreams in sight.
"Bravo! Bravo! That's the best drama i had ever seen and to think that it's live!"
they looked at me with startled and angry faces.
"Hi, how are you guys doing?"
John McClane: Drop it. It's the police. Tony: You won't hurt me. John McClane: Oh, yeah? Why not? Tony: Because you're a policeman. There are rules for policemen. John McClane: Yeah. That's what my captain keeps telling me